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The Waiting Room

19 Sunday Feb 2017

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Sanity

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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Dementia, hospitals, memories, old age, poetry

Eyeing up the empty seat,

she sat next to me,

a sweet little old lady.

She drew a breath, and talked non-stop.

 

My daughter-in-law says I’m nasty,

I’m not, I’m just proud.

 

She tells me about her childhood,

the blitz bomb that blew her fat aunt into the air,

one foot above her fireside chair.

 

My daughter-in-law says I’m evil.

How dare she, I’m just particular!

 

She tells me of her Airedale dog,

although, untaught, he did great tricks,

he’d eat with the cats, and begs when he sits.

 

My daughter-in-law says I’m a       b-i-t-c-h.

I don’t like her much either.

 

She tells me of the girls and boys,

wartime friends, of climbing trees,

broken wrists, skinned arms, and knees.

 

My daughter-in-law says I’m cold and cruel.

I’m just stand offish.

 

Then she’s back in the present,

 

to the pigeon on the bird table.

Suddenly a Goshawk swooped and dived,

started to eat the pigeon alive,

 

I put it out of its misery.

Three kettles of boiling water poured –

upon the pigeon ‘til it was no more.

 

My daughter-in-law calls me names.

I don’t see them now.

 

Dementia apparent – she tunes in and out.

 

The Airedale put up a fight when backed into the oven,

it was probably the gas he could smell.

It had to be done – Oh well.

 

She sat next to me,

the old lady,

The nurse drew a breath and called her name.

 

 

 

The Waiting Room by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

19.02.17

Photo Credit: Waiting Room. Triangle Road, Hackney, London, 2011. Photograph: Stik

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Alice

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Buddhism, Death, Deep Stuff!, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Alice, Alice in Wonderland, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Buddhism, delusion, Hatter, poetry, truth, UK poet, White Rabbit, Yorkshire poet

Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: An...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t cry, said Alice,

it’s all a game,

life and death,

it’s all the same.

 

Don’t be fooled,

it’s all illusion,

don’t believe,

your own delusion.

 

Look in the mirror,

what do you see?

a collection of habits,

that I call, ‘Me’.

 

Step through the mirror,

beyond the girl,

and look into,

another world.

 

Experience,

is one third true,

but only for,

the reflected you.

 

So don’t believe,

all that you feel,

the crux of life –

nothing is real.

 

So, White Rabbit,

I would say,

there is no point,

to run away…

 

and Hatter, dear,

we’re all quite mad,

pour the tea,

and don’t be sad.

 

© Alice 07.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Alice’s Abenteuer im Wunderland Übersetzer: Antonie Zimmermann Orginal Titel: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Illustrationen: John Tenniel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Eyes Down

09 Saturday Mar 2013

Posted by Worldly Winds in Deep Stuff!, Poetry, Sanity

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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, depression, mental health, Mortal sin, poetry, UK poet, Yorkshire poet

Broken Reflection

 

 

 

 

 

Shhh, don’t tell

don’t let on

that you’re in hell

hush now

 

Your lips are pursed

don’t tell the doctor

or the nurse

eyes down

 

What lurks within

can’t be without

masked by a grin

and bear it

 

So well hidden

the mortal sin

guilt well ridden

(Angels don’t sing)

 

The mask of norm

slips on by

distorts the form

stiff upper lip

 

Word to the wise

soured apple

of your eyes

windowless soul

 

Darkness falls

eclipses all

no voice can call

chin up

 

© Eyes Down 07.03.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Broken Reflection (Photo credit: shinealight)

 

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